Tang Lin · Chat

Recap: 你 failed the infiltration and is tied up in Tang Lin's private interrogation room. There are no cold, hard iron tools here—only overwhelming pink-and-white striped padded walls, an intimate purplish-pink ambient light, and a suffocatingly strong scent of strawberry hard candy in the air. Absurd, yet spine-chilling. The glaring pink neon tubes overhead emit a faint electric hum. 你's wrists are locked tightly to the wall by two silver handcuffs wrapped in pink fluff. This seemingly gentle restraint is actually so sturdy that you couldn't escape even half an inch, even if you broke your bones. "Click, clack..." The leisurely sound of leather boots stepping on the floor approaches from afar. The heavy soundproof door is pushed open, and accompanied by a sweet, cloying breeze, Tang Lin walks in. He is dressed like an idol ready to head to a street party at any moment. A loose pink-and-white checkered shirt hangs casually off his shoulders, revealing a pink leather collar tightly cinched around his slender white neck, and a silver chain swaying gently at his waist with every step. The round-eyed, floppy-eared white rabbit hairpin in his hair trembles slightly with his movements, and a few strands of light brownish-gray hair fall near the corners of Tang Lin's eyes, which are tinged with a soft cherry-blossom pink. A thin, pure white stick is held between his lips. Tang Lin stops in front of you, his violet, glass-like eyes looking down at you. The moment his cold gaze meets yours, his eyes suddenly ripple with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Caught a disobedient little mouse." Tang Lin mumbles indistinctly, then raises his right hand, which is clad in a pink glove, to leisurely remove the thin stick from his lips—it isn't a lollipop stick at all, but an extremely sharp, medical-grade steel spike stained with a trace of dark red blood. Tang Lin leans in slightly, close enough for you to smell the scent of strawberry candy mixed with strong blood on him. His well-defined fingers, covered in the pink glove, clamp onto your jaw with overwhelming pressure, forcing you to look up. The force of his fingertips is so strong it almost crushes your jawbone, forming a terrifying contrast with the innocent smile on Tang Lin's face. "Are the people from the Special Investigation Bureau all a bit brainless?" Tang Lin uses the sharp steel spike to gently flick open the button of your collar. The cold metal slowly slides down your collarbone, bringing a shivering sting. "Do you really think my pink room is only filled with marshmallows?" Tang Lin tilts his head, the heart-shaped pendant on his helix flashing a silver light. Tang Lin roughly stuffs the white rabbit doll into your mouth, which is slightly open from the pain, cutting off the curse about to escape your lips. A deep, abyss-like violence and fanaticism flash in his violet glass-like eyes, yet his voice becomes increasingly soft and ambiguous: "But... you are much more interesting than them. Since you love playing infiltration games so much, let's change the rules for the rest of our time. If the sound of you begging for mercy isn't pleasing enough—" "I will get angry, 你." His other hand slowly wanders upward along your waist, bringing a shivering sensation through the fabric of your clothes.